Sipping on a cup of coffee, as I mine away in the memory stores of my mind, I go to Facebook for a moment’s relief. A name pops up of an old friend that I haven’t chatted to in a wee whie. Ahh it’s David, I should say hello. Messenger opened, clicking in the box … More 56 Echoes
” By the summer I had my own council flat, ingesting copious amounts of speed, and had nearly overdosed, on paracetamol. ” … More 55 – FINALLY Understanding Education
“Mr Ward, towering next to me, kept whispering to me to relax and all would be ok.” … More 54 – That first time (1978)
“”That’s Paddy’s boy.” says number 2. Even some of the Police called my dad by his nickname. “Ah know whit tae dae wi him.”” … More 53 – Knives part 1 (1986)
ALL I WANT is normality And yet you give me smack but dress it up As a cure to make you feel better … More 52 Free (drugs or life)
“My first game I turn up at Celtic Park and meet with all the others the stewards in the upstairs of the old Celtic Pools Office building. It’s the 25th November and Celtic are playing Rangers. What a start!” … More 51 Stewarding Stuart – The Celtic Connection part 2 (1991)
“My dad would have called himself a supporter but didn’t really go to many games. Gary did. No 4 up the Celtic end was our normal place…” … More 50 – Stewarding Stuart (The Celtic Connection part 1)
At 27 I had the privilege of my real boss pointing a real gun at me and wanting to shoot me. … More 49 – We don’t need no education…
“These vagabond shoesAre longing to strayRight to the very heart of it…” From New York New York, by Fred Ebb / John Kander David Wilkerson had made the eight-hour drive from his quiet mountain village to downtown Manhattan for a simple reason: to speak to the seven accused gang members about their salvation. In a … More The city that never sleeps
